Basic Disguise Techniques
Written by Llewellyn Phyre and Celtic Ravenlocke former members.
This class may be used to obtain the Disguise Advantage.
[Board Intro/Signup Message]
[Lesson One]
[Lesson Two]
[Lesson Three]
[Lesson Four]
[Final
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Introduction
Celtic set upon the edge of the desk talking with Lyn as the students entered the class room and took their seats. After the last student was seated he stood and turned to face the class. "Good morning and welcome to Disquise Techniques. This class will be taught jointly by myself and my partner, Accepted Lyn." At the mention of her name, Lyn stood and curtsied slightly to the class a small smile touching her lips.
"Since we have both channelers and non-channelers in this class use of the One Power is strictly forbidden." Celtic laughed softly as a few of the students groaned in dissapointment. "As you know, situations sometimes arise that it would be best if others didn't know who you were. Be it you are following a darkfriend or that your being followed by someone in return."
"This class is designed to give you the skills necessary to fool others as to your real identity. We will teach you how to duplicate accents, change your appearance, even change the way you walk. Remember it's the smallest things that will give you away."
"Now all I want from you today is to give me an example of a situation you have been in that some type of disquise would have been beneficial. Is there any questions?"
(Note: I started out teaching this class with Celtic Ravenlocke, but he has since then, disappeared. I decided to leave the lesson as is and use him as an 'NPC' until his return.)
Lesson One - Accents
Lyn strode into the small classroom given to Celtic and herself to teach their class. With a smile at one of the students that she had befriended outside of class, she sat on the edge of the large oak table at the front of the room.
"Welcome to the first official lesson of the Disguise Techniques class. We will be discussing accents." She smiled at the class as a few perked up, "Yes, accents. It is one of the four most vital parts in disguising who you actually are. Your very voice can give away, as can the way you use it. If you have been paying attention, You will have noticed that I switched my own accent twice since first announcing the start of class. I started with my native accent. Saldaean. I then switched to Cairhenien."
She looked around the room, "For the first assignment, I want you each to pair up. One of you will begin in a voice affliction that you think you can replicate fluently. The other will try to tell you what accent you used. Then switch. I will be coming around to check on you and your partner, and when I give you the okay you may leave. Until your next lesson, I want you to practice the differant accents and also start thinking about how you would change your physical features."
OOC: Here are some examples of what the differant areas sound like...
Two Rivers - Irish/English
Illianers - Dutch
Aiel - somewhat Slavic
Tairen - Spanish
Domani - Indian
Saldaean - Egyptian/North African
Seanchan - Texas
Lesson Two - Physical Features
Lyn walked in her class early the next morning and was surprised to see that there were already several students in the class and ready to start. Is it just me, or do the lowest of the learning ranks wish to be able to disguise themselves...perhaps even from the Fully Raised? She smiled to herself, and cleared her throat to get the classes attention. Today she had donned the appropriate costume for the event and looked nothing like what she usually did. Somehow she looked shorter than she normally was at 6' tall, and her hair was short (about ear length) and very strikingly white-blonde. Her full lips were thinner and a very pale pink, almost invisible. Her eyes were violet coloured, and glittering, with a long white scar crossing from forehead to chin over one eye. She smiled again to herself as a student raised their hand, "Miss? Do you know where our normal teacher is?" Then sheepishly ducked her head as she recognized Lyn's smile.
Now Lyn spoke, "Class. Today we will be discussing physical features. As you can see, I have made myself appear shorter. Also, I am wearing coloured disks in my eyes to make them look purple. With the handy trick of some makeup, I put this scar over my face." She drew nearer to her students and pointed out how to tell reality from makeup, by way of example of her own work. She had deliberately crafted it all to look done by an ametuer.
"Your assignment today will be to take the materials I have set before you and make yourselves into an entirely differant person. The materials are cheap, easy to find, and best yet, easy to hide and use. They are sparse, yes, but only because if you are genuinely disguising your looks, you will need to do this with limited time and/or materials at hand. Call me to you when you are done so that I can inspect your work." With that, she turned and walked to her desk to perch lightly on the edge of it.
Lesson Three - Movement
Swaying as if she were walking a ship, Lyn walked into class, a few minutes late, wanting everyone there before she showed up. Her hips moved to a beat only she seemed to hear, and more than one of her students ogled her as she waltzed past them. With a sultry wave of her long-fingered hand, Lyn sat on the corner of her desk, "Welcome to Lesson Three. How many of you can guess what today's lesson is?" Her gold eyes twinkled merrily as the male half of the classroom sat there drooling and only two girls raised their hands. Nodding when they guessed correctly, she stood, "Today, we study movement. One never knows when you will need to imitate the very carriage of a Tearien noble, or a Domani woman... that is, if you are pretending to be Domani, that is..." She chuckled, as did her class, "You must learn to imitate to a precise art the way a certain person walks if you wish to be them for a while. As I have demonstrated today, some look easy, but aren't. The very way I looked around at the class could have thrown someone off that I was not Domani. If I had been staring meekly at the floor and not making eye contact and flirting so subtly, a real Domani would have known i was fake right off. For this, we are going to go outside. One, its a beautiful sunny day, and warm for late fall. Two, I want to see you guys stretch your legs out a bit as you practice your movements. Lets go," With that, she hoarded them all outside, still maintaining her Domani 'feel' and getting several cat-calls and whistles in the process...
Lesson Four - Costumes
Lyn smiled as she looked into the mirror in her room. Soft gold and red silk cascaded over her body in smooth lines. Dressed the part as a Tairen noble, Lyn strode softly into her classroom, and smiled at her class. The day was pleasent and they seemed eager to get started for the day.
Motioning to the racks of costume material she had brought with her, "Today we will be doing costumes. I've a wide array of costume materials, so have fun adn be creative!" the low neckline of her dress showed off the curves of her high breasts, and her trim waistline. Silk whispered softly over her skin as she moved from student to student to help them mix and match materials and designs, "I want you each to do something new and original. Next weeks lesson is the final. I want you to come costumed, and ready to display the person you have decided to imitate. I will be checking for accents, any physical feature changes, the way you move and the clothes you choose." With that said, she continued around the room.
Lesson Five - Final
OOC: I want you to utilize everything you have learned thus ar from this class to create the most convincing and descriptive character you can. I don't mind if ou continue with the disguises you have been using thus far, but I want to see new additions and better descriptions. You will pass only if I see evidence of you using all of the prior lessons, including among them, accents, physical features, movement, and costumes. For a little bit more fun, try adding in some extras like props and things. Anything you need will be provided by the racks of costume material that Lyn had in the classroom for the previous lesson, as will all the physical feature materials.
IC: The door to Lyn's room shut softly behind the white-haired 'man' as he walked toward the classroom. The man was lean and would probably be very tall but for the stood in his shoulders. He moved in a spry way that appeared to belie his 'ancient' age. To anyone looking on at him, his cloak looked to be a mass of patches sewn together, of every concievable shape and size, in millions of clothes, and seemed to catch every stray breeze. At closer inspection, the cloack was shown to merely look like the cloak was millions of patches. They were sewn onto a preexisting cloak. A thick white mustache to match the head of slightly baldin white hair quivered around thin lips. His face was as gnarled as an old tree, and smooth chocolatey eyes peered out from bushy white eyebrows.
In a voice that was at once, low and enthralling, and seemed to be made of all the accents together, Lyn said to her amused students, "I can tell you stories that will boggle the mind and trap you in fantasy." Out of nowhere three brightly coloured balls appeared and Lyn began to juggle them, never once breaking from her role, "Stories, and fairy tales and ballads you have never heard. Ones of great heroes and true love. Songs sung about the great Artur the High King, who once ruled all lands from the Aiel Waste to the Aryth Ocean and further. Tales of Trollocs, and myrdraal, and other creatures you have only seen in your worst nightmares..." Sht paused for a long moment, catching the three balls and stilling completely. In a soft whisper that one had to strain to hear, she said to them, "I can tell you of the wonderous things that we channelers and warders could do long before the Breaking. I can trap your mind in a fantasy of your own creating. One you will never wish to leave..." She let the words linger in the still air. Slowly, one by one, the students seemed to come out of their daze, and awe. With a smile, Lyn turned to the ide for a moment to grab a stool to rest against as her students recovered. Storytelling had always been her favourite as a child in Saldaea, and she had just imitated the Gleeman that resided in her home every winter before she left.
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